The light blinked several times in the two minutes that Alex sat watching it. It was simply a beacon of light in an otherwise dark world. The only world he ever knew. He was encased in a ever dark room. Never seeing, never forgetting.

Alex stood at the top of the stairs as friendly female scientist took his hand. He looked up into her calm face, a face radiating knowledge.

'Where am I going?' he asked the woman 'Where's my mummy?'

The woman looked down at Alex 'You're going to a special place where we can look after you.'

They did, for a while at least, soon it became ubundently clear why they had bought him in. Something that Alex was not at all pleased about.

'Sit down Alex.' The bald scientist had his back to Alex and was sorting something out on the table in front of him.

'Why?' the ten year old Alex asked

'We're going to give you a little injection. It will make you feel better.'

Alex raised his eyebrows 'But I'm fine.'

The scientists response was simple 'Restrain him.'


Thats when the testing began. It wasn't so bad at first. They would take samples and monitor his vitals. After a few years, they would send someone into his room to talk to him. He found their company dull and somewhat pointless.

Then he realised he could do odd things. One day he cut the power out in his room, the next day he ran without getting tired. Over the next few months he discoverd he had fantastic powers. But that just meant more research to the scientists.

'Test forty-two. Apollo has failed to exude any damage from tests carried on him. His healing powers are quite extrodinary. This test will determine how far his healing has become.'

Alex was pinned down on a table. Drugs kept him in a state of dullnes, the scientist reared his head above Alex with a saw. Alex could feel sharpness against his hand. He felt no pain but he felt odd. He could tell something was wrong.

'Apollo has managed to survive the test. We cut from his left wrist with the goal of removing his hand. The hand was removed but a second one successfully replaced it within seconds. It is unknown whether patient feels pain when this is happening. Future tests will determine this.'

Years of testing and they never seemed to reach a conclusion. Years passed, each one of them Alex grew angrier, stronger and more aware of himself than ever before. He knew what he had to do but doing it would be another thing entirely.

The cold grey test room was set and Alex was bought in. He had been drugged but for some reason unknown to even him, it hadn't taken and he was free. There was only one thing to do but he had to do it quickly.

He was sat at a table. In front of him were three oranges and a small bowl. The female scientist smiled at Alex.

'Hello. I want you to move the three oranges into the bowl without touching them'

This was easy. Alex knew what he had to do. He raised his hand but instead of moving the oranges, the scientist began to choke. In seconds she was dead and Alex could make his escape.

Alarms rang out throughout the vicinity. He hurried out of the room and along a dimly lit corridor. Eventually, alert guards hurried up to him brandishing guns. Alex brushed the guns aside and let several sparks of lightning shoot out the end of his hands. Fried.

He hurried up a set of stairs and along another corridor. Another set of guards was waiting for him.

This was going to be fun.

And now he was free, he was ready to get revenge on them. Take them down. This was going to be fun.